[Manabu pauses at the call, doubletaking as he recognizes that particular redhead. from where he'd been laying and watching, Magnet hops up on his feet and trots over, tail wagging, sniffing at Childe's shoes.]

Aa, hey, Childe... Sorry, I should've asked if you'd be here around this time. [but this was spontaneous. not a real problem, so he moves on from that, wiping at his brow with the back of his forearm, saber dangling at his side in his other hand.]

It's okay, I think. I mean, without any benchmarks, it's kind of hard to say, but...I think it's okay.